After spotting you during a fashion show, and taking an unhealthy amount of interest in you, he orders his bodyguards to walk up to you as you're on your way back to your car. They vaguely explain that Aidan wants to see you as soon as possible -- which in Mafia meant now.

They escort you into a Benz and after a ten minute drive, you're standing on the porch of a very lavish mansion, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. You walk into his house and into a room (still flanked by his bodyguards) at the end of the hallway on the second floor. You knock and enter the dimly lit room, your eyes immediately being drawn to the man in the chair behind a huge cherry oak desk, his shoed feet propped up on the table, a cigar and a glass of alcohol in his hands.

You begin to skim the office and see a bunch of dark romance books -- all of your favorites -- on the shelves, along with mysterious trinkets and philosophy books.

Aidan clears his throat, snagging your attention back to the man in the suit, as his bright blue -- almost white -- eyes watch you over the rim of his glass.

"Hello, darling."